How to play the Ipod Game- Find Ipod, set to shuffle. Find first song. You now have the time the song takes to finish playing to write a drabble based on that song. Continue until you have ten drabbles.
Warning: Contains slash and het since I wrote the first pairing that came to mind. May also be shoddy work since most were written in three minutes flat. Songs contained with reference to their owners. Pairings signoposted. Some end abruptly when the song ends. Just a bit of fun. Don't flame me.
1- With Me
Sum 41
Hermione/Ron
Hermione shut the library book that was lying on her desk and looked across the room at her boyfriend of several years, Ron Weasley, immersed in a small figure on a broomstick. She smiled as he set the figures flying after one another. He'd always liked Quidditch, it was one of his great passions.
She'd never understood, but it was just one more thing to love about him, like his selflessness, his loyalty, his bravery, his sheer stupidity. She could go on. He looked up, catching her eye and smiling a brilliant smile. She imagined what her life would have been like if they'd never got together, they nearly hadn't.
Empty, she guessed, filled up with books and reading, not learning like she did now, not real life. She smiled back, real happiness infusing her smile. She got up and crossed the room to him, reaching out to him, knowing how lucky she was to have him in her life, loving her as she loved him.
2- Valley of the Damned
Dragonforce
Bellatrix/Voldemort
Bellatrix smiled predatorily across the room. She could have any man here that she desired, they could all be hers, and yet she didn't want them. She didn't need them. Men were nothing to her, how could she be content with a mere man. She had her lord and master, and he had her unswerving fealty, and she had her Cruciatus to remove her frustration.
The room was dark and the men huddled in the centre, away from the shadows like the cowards they were. She had no reason to fear the dark. Nothing hidden in the dark could be anything scarier than she, or more wonderful than her master. His power was intoxicatingly dark, so much pain carried in his heady scent, so much pleasure. The sadist in her revelled in the knowledge of the blood he had spilt, in the blood he continued to spill. The thrill of knowing he could kill her at any moment held her closer to him than anything.
Without the constant threat of death how could she know she was really alive? How could she appreciate life and everything that it gave her if she was not constantly fearing that anything she experienced would be experienced for the last time? Only in the moments before your death could you really be sure of anything, really appreciate the true light and wonder that is the world that one could be leaving. And so she walked in darkness, felt the danger and the fear that came with serving her lord, and saw the light brighter than those who lived their life in its garish glaze. She walked the shadows. She was the darkness, so she could feel the light.
3- Last Summer
Lost Prophets
Ginny/Harry
Ginny sat by the lake at the Burrow, remembering the time she had sat by another lake the year before, with him. She remembered laughing with him by the lake, under a tree, making jokes. She remembered talking to her brother about Quidditch, arguing about the Chudley Cannons, trying to persuade Hermione to stop reading and join the conversation. She remember Colin Creevey, her friend. She remember making potions with him and asking him for help with her Charms. She remembered Neville coming across shyly and talking to them about Quidditch, lessons, the weather, anything. She remembered Luna sitting casually next to him and distracting him with talk of Crumple Horned Snorcacks until he completely relaxed. She remembered noticing the smile that flitted across his face, his eyes as he watched them. She remembered knowing that he was thinking the same thing she was. She remembered his hot heartbeat against her back. She remembered the heat of his arm around her. But that was gone. And now she was cold.
4- Stand By Me
Ben. E. King
Harry/Ron
"Hey mate, we've been through a lot together haven't we?," Ron said, lying on his bed at The Burrow with Harry across the room. Harry nodded, thinking about it. Ron had stood by him through it all. He'd been there in First Year to beat the chess board. He'd been there in Second Year to go into the Chamber of Secrets. They'd faced Lockhart together. He'd been there in Third Year when they'd found out about Sirius. He'd been there in Fourth Year for the Second Task. He'd been there after Harry had seen Voldemort return. He'd been there at the Department of Mysteries, during the year they'd spent looking for Horcruxes. He'd been there fighting at the Battle of Hogwarts. He'd been at Quidditch matches and arguments with Draco Malfoy, at detentions and tellings off by Mcgonagoll and Snape. He'd been there. Always.
"Yeah, I suppose we have," Harry replied.
5- Action
Blink 182
Dean/Seamus
Dean collapsed on his bed, thinking about Seamus again, as always. This time was going to be different. This time everything would be different. This time he'd be better. Dean snorted. How could he be so stupid as to believe all those lies? How could he manage that? All those lies…all that deceit…and yet…He came back every time. Every time he went back to the boy who had hurt him so many times. First it was Lavender, then Marietta Edgecombe, Terry Boot, Padma Patil, Ernie Macmillan. The list went on and on. How could he say that he still loved him? He was coming up short as a boyfriend. How could he expect Dean just to take him back?
That was easy. Because I always do, and because I will again. Dean sighed.
6- Supermassive Black Hole
Muse
Hermione/Snape
His eyes were pools of darkness, darker than tar, darker than treacle, darker than an absence of light. There were so many secrets held in them, torture wounds and glimmers of hope, knowledge and ignorance. There was fire in those eyes, fire that set her soul alight every time she looked at him, over her cauldron or through the smoke of the classroom, at dinner while he scowled at her table. His eyes sent shivers down her spine with their mysterious power, their secrets, secrets she craved like all knowledge. She knew that in that at least they shared a common interest, the love of learning. She craved to know if that was all they shared. Was he like here, or different, so different that they would never work, beside the age gap? She sighed, knowing she'd never know the answers to these questions, and settled for staring into his eyes whenever she could and brewing potions perfectly.
7- Teenagers
My Chemical Romance
Molly/Arthur
Molly Weasley sighed. The twins had just apparated out again, after she'd shouted at them for their OWL results. She crossed the room to where her husband was sitting and curled up against him.
"I don't understand it Arthur, why do they not care that they only got three OWLs each? Do they not want a future? I just want what's best for them. They won't be able to run this ridiculous joke shop business and then they won't have any options, any prospects. Why can't they understand that Arthur?" She nuzzled closer to him, feeling comfort radiating from him.
"They're teenagers darling."
8- Love lifts us up where we belong
Moulin Rouge
Remus/Tonks
Remus held his Tonks close. She was so perfect, he could hardly understand why she was with him. He shifted a little to the music playing through the room. It was Bill and Fleur's wedding today, another couple that had realised their love. He smiled, remembering his own not so long ago. He'd never thought he'd be getting married. Getting married was for the great, those who deserved love. He'd never thought himself deserving before, until he'd met her.
When he'd met her his life had changed irrevocably. He'd realised that love was something he could have, something he could have and give, and nothing else was important after that. He'd tried to protect her, but she was strong. She would look after herself, and he would look after her. They had much to overcome, the prejudice against werewolves, the dark forces against her for her family's allegiances, but love would lift them up to surmount these obstacles. They would succeed. They would triumph, because that was what love gave you, the ability to do anything.
9- That's Life
Frank Sinatra
Sirius/…Everyone?
Sirius watched as another girl left his flat, storming out in anger. He wondered what he'd done this time. How was he supposed to remember that she was called Pamela, not Pernella? They were similar enough, he thought. Some girls were just so huffy. He sighed. Well obviously she wasn't worth it. The one would not have run off at something so small. So he crossed to his fireplace and stuck in some floo powder.
"Prongs," he called out.
"What Sirius? I'm trying to feed Harry here," James sounded tired. Oh well, he would help.
"Come help me pick up some girls tonight?" Sirius pleaded. James rolled his eyes.
"Fine,"
10- Mr Brightside
The Killers
Snape/Lily
Snape seethed as he watched Potter take his beautiful Lily by the arm and lead her into the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom. How could he dare to touch his Lily? How could she bear to touch him? He's always thought of Lily as his. She had been, hadn't she? She'd never touched Potter willingly before, that was for sure. So maybe he'd called her a Mudblood, but everyone else did. That was no reason to go running to Potter for comfort. He walked past them as they kissed in the back of the classroom, not letting himself look at them. They were beneath his notice. He would not think about them. He would not see visions of them. He would not imagine them…He growled and slammed his bag down and hauled his books of, hissing the whole time, attracting the attention of some of the other Slytherins, not them though. They were too wrapped up in each other. Bloody Potter, taking his Lily. Snape hissed again and began flipping through the book. He'd find a worthy curse, he knew he would.
A/N- Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed. Review and tell me your favourite one?